Low-Tide

Low-Tide

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ltheironicdetective By ltheironicdetective Updated Jun 04, 2015

The wind tore at the bank, the waves responded in a reckless dance of churning and leaping high into the air with restless arches and sounds similar to the snap of a pencil discarded. A young man sat on the rough, basically-not-sand sand and gazed in wonder at the massive depth of blue (once again not really blue, more of a murky green and gloomy grey, but, nevertheless), his emerald pools glued to the never-ending battle between the shore and the sea/lake/body of water that lay in front of him.

" Hey! You're gonna starve if you keep forgetting to come inside and eat, oi! Come inside!", squalked a limber young blonde girl, who seemed to be all limbs and nothing else, " Get out of your head or I'm gonna smack you SO hard!". 

The boy lazily stood, turned away from the water and glanced back at the blonde with a grin too large for his face, " No need to break my ear drums Clara! You're going to have to change your carreer if you do that!" The young male teased merrily, his limbs bounci...